Madeleine: Oh, it's you.
Ernest: Fine, dear, thank you, like a rock.
Helen: You have no talent for poverty.
Ernest: You're sitting there, you're talking to me, but you're dead.
Madeleine: Could you just not breathe?
Helen: You can't raise an eyebrow without major surgery.
Ernest: Well, from now on, I'm going to be the kind of idiot I want to be.
Madeline Ashton: Ernest! You pushed me down the stairs.
Lisle: You are like Don Quixote, tilting at Nature's windmills.
Lisle Von Rhuman: This is life's ultimate cruelty. It offers us a taste of youth and vitality, and then it makes us witness our own decay.
Answer: Ernest painted Madeline's eyes before she came down the stairs. He even notes that the balance in her eyes were messed up.